Masked Bandit
“I’ll repeat myself one last time, Josephine,” I warned, “where is she?”
“You’ll never find her,” she smirked back devilishly, knowing her response would anger me. “You think you have the supernatural world fooled with your smiling face and kissing babies, but those of the old world remember the war better than anyone. You got what you deserv-.”
My grip tightened around her throat and I watched as her eyes bulged, quickly rimming with red veins as the oxygen levels decreased. “Juliet caused the war, not the Blood Moon Pack, not any of us. Too many innocents died.” I stated bitterly.
“At… your…” she rasped out, but I refused to budge. If she wasn’t going to give me the information I needed, I’d find someone else.
“Give me something,” I reasoned, “I’m not here to take yo
